Silver Creek To build a home

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The way the pale fellow regarded her with his sparkling, champagne gaze made her feel a rash of heat along her belly, so sudden and hot that she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. She felt somewhat exposed there, and felt as though she was being judged...But by the smile that teased his lips, she could tell that he liked what he saw and never before had anyone looked at Oryx like that- and spiked such a reaction in her. This was what her mother had told her about- this was what her mother had first seen in her father, someone who made her stomach burn when he looked at her, and made her struggle to find words. Oryx found herself not wanting to speak at all, but she did dearly want to draw nearer to him- but it was not her place to do so, and she did not want to approach a stranger who did not welcome her company.

When he did speak, she turned her silvery blue gaze up at him, and found his features deliciously charming and inviting, and found herself weakening once more. It was as though he’d cast a spell on her, with that lopsided grin he’d given her, and the way he’d hungrily looked her over. Now, with a voice that was warm and gentle, low and inviting, he had enticed her to join him and there was nothing that would keep her on her bank at that moment. Politely, she gave him an appreciative and appeasing bow of her head, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. On the inside, her heart was fluttering but she did her best to remain composed on the outside as she moved to the part of the stream closer to him where he had indicated that the crossing would be easier. Though the rocks were slippery, she moved into the water with an air of certainty and grace, and though every part of her wanted to rush across the waters, she instead remained composed and moved daintily, picking her way through the waters so carefully that the current moved gently around her legs rather than sloshing against them, and she did not lose her footing once. He had chosen well, to invite her to cross there- for even with her stature as it was, the water did not rise against her knees and did not reach the long, flaxen fur of her underside.

”Thank you,” She spoke, her articulation careful and clear, even though her voice was soft, like a ribbon of silk. ”You are right; it is definitely much lovelier on this side of the creek,” She said, her tone and gaze insinuating, of course, that she was most taken with her current companion, and that was the reason she found this side of the creek to be all the more lovely than the other side. She had been taught how to interact politely with males, how to flatter them...And had seen her mothers use those effects on her father- but it felt amazing to finally use those tactics herself- and on such a handsome wolf.

He was right in inviting her over- it was warmer where he was, though she couldn’t help but shudder slightly upon feeling the wind against the wet fur along her slender legs. Still, she braved the cold and pushed it out of her mind as well as she could, knowing that the winter would only get colder yet. It was warmer on that side of the creek, as it was more sheltered, though it wasn’t much warmer had there been no wind chill on the opposite bank. When the wind did manage to arc toward the two wolves along the bank, she struggled to hide a slight shiver that went down her spine. She hoped, too, that it might invite him to shield her from the cold- as a gentleman would- or draw her in closer so that she could share his warmth.

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